Recuperating from an illness allows me the luxury of naps. Thursday I took one and in what appeared to be the silence of my room I began to hear slight whispers floating from above. My logical brain realized that it was probably the upstairs neighbor treading the floor in house shoes, or maybe the slight whir of my laptop on the desk. But the other part of me hoped it was something else. I pictured my family and my friends thinking about me, not in that moment, but just on occasion. And these thoughts come filtering into my room, whispering, letting me know they are there.
It was a lovely moment. I hope you all hear the ones I send you. Be still and quiet and wait for the ruffling ripple through the air.